Fun Monday

* Note* I edited this a third time this morning (Monday) and added the picture at the bottom.

Kaytabug has our Fun Monday assignment:

In the spirit of the season I would like to see your favorite Christmas
tree ornament. Not to be confused with the WHOLE tree. I want you to zoom in and
show me one or a few(you know I can't choose just one!) of your favorite
ornaments. If you don't decorate a tree, show me your menorah or dreidel,
Kinara, or Yule Log. I want to see your favorite decoration for this holiday
season.

This is a little bit hard for me. I haven't even really walked up to the tree and studied the ornaments very well. The kids put the tree up while I was busy. Yeah, real busy. I was blogging or something.

The kids like the tree. I am not so into stuff. It kind of feels cluttery to me and my life is cluttery enough. But they like it and I am glad they enjoy it.

SO , UGH! My favorite decorations? Man oh man... Are Christmas cookies decorations?

I am going to think about this tonight and post a picture in the morning. Maybe I will have each of the kids pick there favorite ornament and then I can post 6 pictures. That might be fun...

Edited later on Sunday night:

I found out why I don't like my Christmas tree very much. I need these ornaments. These are on Swampy blog. I found her tonight. She speaks a funny language and is maybe a witch? I don't care. She has pictures of great ornaments!

I think I will just post the beautiful cookies that we made tonight and then I won't feel like a total thief , taking Swampy's ideas.

EDIT:

Okay, while making lunches this morning (Monday) I saw this macrame Christmas tree my mom made in the early 80's. I really like it a lot. So I found something in my own house to post. I am really proud of myself. I hope Kitten has a really easy assignment next week. Something like... type the alphabet. or show us a picture of your big toe. Are you reading this Kitten?

oh, the cat looking in the door is one of the cats that I posted about in October that I had actually had a soft enough heart to let live in the house. You can see how that worked out. I know I will get PETA animal loving granola eaters breathing down my throat for throwing those cats outside but man, they stink. Really bad.

I took a kooky quiz. You can too. Just click the badge.

Quiet as a mouse

Are we not adorably cute. We are just cherries dipped in chocolate. A Hershey kiss is stuck to our front and sliced almonds are our ears. Carefully placed white non pareils are our nose and eyes. And just like all good mice. When you see one or two of us...

You can be sure there is a whole army of us waiting to invade.

"Take us to your leader"

Some days it just feels good to twirl around in the murky misty morning...

And The Mighty Shall Fall

There once was a mighty oak tree. Over 100 years old.
It was planted when this land was homesteaded and the original house was built. The house that stood directly in front of the house we live in. The family that built our house bought the farm and lived in the original house until this one was built in 1964. The original house had no indoor plumbing. Not even a faucet. They hauled the water up from the spring that is down the hill a little ways. They eventually dug the well that we still use today.
This was the last of the original trees. It was hollow. You could walk through it, if you didn't mind the poison ivy.

That is our friend Aaron with the chainsaw. He is really smart about trees. He cuts them down for a living. I am not sure if they were teasing me (they do that a lot since I am scared of everything!) but they were saying things like: I'll have to jump out of the way and might break a leg.

I stepped back another 30 foot and made a mental note of where the life insurance policy was. And how quick I would be putting up a "FOR SALE" sign in the front yard. TIMBER!!
As you can see, all went well. NOTHING was broken. Amazing. Really. Some day I will have to tell you about the day my husband cut down the 50 year old silver maple in the back. Right next to the house. And the power lines. While I was hosting a pre-school cooking party. Lets just say no more cakes were baked int eh oven that day. And the guests scrambled pretty quick. And the roof was dented. No big deal...

There was even enough time for Adrian to talk on the phone. Oh wait, he is ALWAYS talking on the phone!

Aaron is thinking: He buddy I just drove half an hour down the mountain to help you and you have to talk to your lawyer or your allergist or your neighbor who is a professional entertainment cowboy roper dude. Or whoever that is. Lets talk about saws. or skidders. or can hooks. (that is some of my fancy logging lingo. Of course I have no idea what I am talking about, but I will have a good story about the many uses of can hook handles later on this month.)
Let me just clean this up a bit for you.
Since I have it down I can torture it now.
I am a happy logger. I just wish this woman taking my picture had a better camera so I didn't look so bad. I am really the kind of guy who is into how I look. Really. Logger fashion is very important.

Lucy's braces are coming off!!

Lucy is soo excited. The orthodontist has taken off her top braces. He said it won't be long until the bottom ones come off. Now she has to remember to wear her retainer. For the rest of her life! William had his top braces removed also but he doesn't want to pose for a picture.

Getting Lucy to pose for a picture is not hard. She actually doesn't wait for someone to take her picture, she just does self portraits. Like this one: She keeps handing the camera and computer to me and saying, "Here mom, I took some pictures for you to blog about." I have enough pictures for about 20 posts. One day she followed me around and took pics of everything I did. So I could blog it all. Packing lunches, sweeping the floors. Fascinating stuff. Really. So I will have to start having the "Lucy posts". I will randomly pick her pictures and write a post for them.

How to dispose of pumpkins in the country.

MMMM.. Delicious! Oh boy, my favorite
I love these orange ones
These are better than the watermelon rinds we get in the summer

Manic er, umm... I mean FUN Monday

Okay, so today is fun Monday.our assignment was to pick our favorite post. I had a hard time deciding. I finally picked one last night. Did I put it up ? No. And now half of the fun Monday people have come for a looksee and have seen nuttin'.

Arghhh... I have had so much stuff to do today. It is sinful that I am even typing this and not doing one of the 29 billion others things on todays list. At least this actually was onteh list, so I can cross it off. Maybe I should start adding 'sit on couch and stare into space for hours' to my list some days and then I won't feel guilty when that is all I do. I can cross it off the list!
I was torn between the first date stories posts, because they are about Adrian and I, and the gay car dealership.

Gay car dealership won. It still makes me laugh and Adrian and I still think of other silly embellishments to the whole concept. Most of them are too crass for my children to read and since they read this thing everyday, I will just have to keep the rest of it to myself. Sorry!

So here it is:

Friday, November 9, 2007

Funny Ads
On the side bar to the left my Google ads are running. They read my blog and put up ads that are appropriate to the blog content. I have seen cooking, whole grain, baby, lunch box, Halloween costume ideas, etc. They have seemed really relevant to my content.

Until today.

Can anyone explain to me what I said that made them decide that my readers were looking for GAY FRIENDLY CAR DEALERS ? Of course now they will read it in my blog...Do gay people really feel discriminated at heterosexual car dealerships?

Gay guy: ummm... I really want a pretty car. A pink car that has soft interior and a good lighted mirror so I can see to apply my lip gloss. Don't you have something with a cute tushie???

Homo phobic car salesman: Boy, you need a truck. Here is an F150 with a lift kit and mud tires. Get in it , now!!!

Gay guy: NOOOOOOOOOO!Now the gay guy starts whining and crying and stomping his feet and throwing a hissy fit. Truly, he throws a very good hissy fit.The gay guy goes home crying to his boyfriend: they just don't understand me... I wish there was a gay friendly car dealer

And now for your gay shopping pleasure...

SUPER GAY MOTORS AND REPAIR SHOP
c'mon in boys and feel our engines purr
rear end alignments our specialty

I can't believe I just typed that. I am going to go and scrub my bath tub as punishment!
I could go on forever but my kids read this. Can you tell I ate cookies for breakfast? I am super hyper!!!!!!!!
Have I alienated you all now? Please don't run away screaming and renting your clothes... I made muffins. Really yummy good for you muffins. I will post them later today!!
I shall redeem myself!!!
Posted by Cynthia at 11/09/2007 08:42:00 AM
Labels: my crazy thoughts

Office Talk

Rumor has it that people that work in office buildings gather around the water cooler and gossip. I know this to be true because I read the Blondie comic strip and I see Dagwood involved in this kind of activity. I think Mr. Dithers doesn't approve. They talk about dates they had the night before or their MIL. Maybe they gripe about the boss. Any kind of mindless gossip. Now, I know that gossiping is a sin. Lucky for me I do not work in an office, so I do not have to try to avoid these gossipy office situations.



Stay at home moms have a different cooler to gather around. It doesn't have water in it.





It has milk in it.



I hang out and talk with my co-workers at the Wal-Mart milk cooler. We exchange parenting tips and recipes. I only involve myself in wholesome conversations. You do believe me, right? It was at the milk cooler a few weeks ago that I ran into a friend. I spent a few minutes teasing her son who was int the buggy when I noticed this next to him: Actually he had one that had the product in the container, I forgot to take a pic before I had it out.

I have a little problem that I really don't want to admit too. Oh, you really really want to know? Alright then. Since I started having kids my hair has started falling out in clumps. Massive amounts of hair. My husband used to plunge the shower drain and pull up nasty, giant hairballs.
My kids all liked to watch this. And talk about how disgusting I am. Like I do it on purpose. Remember we don't have broadcast TV, so the kids take their entertainment where they can get it.

So I bought a drain cover. It so did not work. I would watch the hair slide right under it as I showered.

But then I saw this one:

See the way that it fits down into the drain. Wonderful. No sneaky hairs escaping down that drain. And those little hairy things. Perfect. This thing catches EVERY HAIR. We are one happy family, now.

Now that we don't have giant hairballs to plunge and discuss the kids are going to have to start watching my husband trim his nose hairs!